Is it strange that, when presented with a multitude of opportunities to speak, I shy away from expressing myself? Gaia being one of those options. I always mean to say something meaningful or effective, but the mere prospect of attempting to be meaningful saps my inspiration for action entirely. Mine is an odd identity complex, one that refuses to be significant in environments where the blatant broadcasts of reposted identities congregate and find self in other. I wish I could find myself. A true myself. But no one person is a person alone. Is there such thing as originality?
I now send this into the abyssal well that is the internet, wondering if it matters whether there are ears on the other side.
uberwtfbbq Community Member 
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